The Edge Of Town (Henry Herbert Knibbs Poems)
The scattering sage stands thin and tenseAs though afraid of the barbed-wire fence;A windmill purrs in the lazy breezeAnd a ...
The scattering sage stands thin and tenseAs though afraid of the barbed-wire fence;A windmill purrs in the lazy breezeAnd a ...
A late and lonely figure stains the snow, Into the thickening darkness dims and dies.Heavily homeward now the last rooks go, And ...
AND then I pressed the shellClose to my earAnd listened well,And straightway like a bellCame low and clear The slow, ...
"My door stands always open—You weary souls, come in!For you that tire of music,Here silence doth begin.You shall not rise ...
LITTLE Breezes, lurking in the green-roofed covers,Where the dappled gloaming keeps the cool night dews,Up, and waft the wonder of ...
Like a strong youth who, from refreshing sleep After hard travel, rises light of heart, Active of limb, flushed with ...
I Love now, my heart, there is but now to love; Seek nothing more, but let it be enough That ...
Hushed are the whimpering winds on the hill, Dumb is the shrinking plain,And the songs that enchanted the woods ...
Dozens of damp little curls; One little short upper lip; Two rows of teeth like diminutive pearls; Eyes clear and ...
I dearly long -- perhaps you've learned The process, and will let me know it --To stop a fierce and ...
186What shall I do-it whimpers so-This little Hound within the HeartAll day and night with bark and start-And yet, it ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. "To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said. "What ...
What shall I do -- it whimpers so -- This little Hound within the Heart All day and night with ...
AY, 'twas here, on this spot, In that summer of yore, Atalanta did not Vote my presence a bore, Nor ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
I look into the aching womb of night; I look across the mist that masks the dead; The moon is ...
Come away! come away! there's a frost along the marshes, And a frozen wind that skims the shoal where it ...
In lakeside leafy groves, a friar Escaped all worries; there he passed His summer days in constant prayer, Deep studies ...
"Sweep thy faint strings, Musician, With thy long lean hand; Downward the starry tapers burn, Sinks soft the waning sand; ...
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